Blurb: Ten years after watching her first love die, he returns. He’s still gorgeous, but far less dead, and pissed. Cyril and Linden’s turbulent re-acquaintance pulls her into a war with a creature hell-bent on his destruction. Despite the hunger, it’s love that leads her to sacrifice everything to save him.
After reading Symphony of Light and Winter, I was so riddled with questions and thoughts whirling in my mind. I was just itching inside to find out what Linden was thinking! So I reached out to my friend Renea Mason, wonderful creator and author of Symphony of Light, and asked her if I could be so blessed as to have a sit down chat with Ms. Linden Hill. After checking Linden's schedule, and some head scratching moments on my part, mainly to cut down the million questions down to maybe only a hundred, we have arrived with the interview of a lifetime. Now, their are SPOILERS in this interview! The whole idea of the interview, was to find out how Linden managed to come out of this adventure alive! So for those of you whom already read the book, sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride...
Hi Linden it's nice to meet you! I would like to start out by saying that I think you are the bravest, smartest woman I know to date. You were put through the ringer and managed to get through it without going insane! LOL! After reading your story I have so many questions for you, and it has taken some time to narrow them down without making this into my own book, haha!
Thank you for having me, Kim. And as for my sanity...that’s still in question. Sometimes I wonder if I didn’t dream it all. Ask away.
Let’s start at the beginning, shall we? So you meet Cyril one day while chillin’ in the cemetery. You fall for him, and one day you find him chanting or what-have-you in the cemetery at night by his self. You see wings coming from behind him. Then you find him naked and dying. Are you piecing things together in your mind about what in the world Cyril is or what he is doing?
Yes and no. It’s all so unbelievable. Still. And Cyril...he’s so all-consuming, it’s hard to think around him. I knew there was something different about him the first moment I saw him. He radiates power...and sex. But the wings, it all seemed like a strange dream. Ever have something tragic happen and then have that fuzzy reality set in? Did it happen or didn’t it?
Now that you are awake from your coma, you learn about how Michael has been visiting you every day, the Paramedic that was there for you when Cyril died. He moves you in with him. Then you end up marrying him! How do you allow this? I mean, you didn't seem much into him, and the whole situation just seems weird. Please explain so we can understand what was going on.
Desperation. I had no one. Or anything for that matter. I was homeless, penniless, young and afraid. He was someone who wanted me. I wanted to be into him—a connection with at least one other person. He was convenient. Rebound choices are often unwise and I wasn’t only on the rebound from a relationship but from everything I ever knew. It’s amazing what you can convince yourself of when you’re in that situation. I remember telling myself over and over, “He’s good looking. He cares for you. Just go with it.” Little did I know.
So, 10 years later, you’re a successful career gal, you have an office bestie, Clarence, and you’re doing your fundraiser ‘thang’. When you see Cyril walk in with Overton, did you just shit yourself or what! I mean OMG, he's supposed to be dead!
I kept waiting to wake up in the hospital again with another psychotic break. Or wake up and it all be a dream. Even after Michael, I dreamt of Cyril often, but I thought was a terrible tick of my mind. But Cyril is unmistakable and my reaction to him...
Was it hard for you with Cyril not remembering you from before he died? I mean, you spent so much time together, getting to know each other, and now he just doesn't remember shit! And he's accusing you of basically being an enemy!
Hard to tell which one I felt more of—anger, fear, guilt, and sadness. I thought he was playing some kind of game—one that I didn’t find funny. I had no idea why he was angry and acting like an ass.
There’s an obvious sexual attraction between you and Cyril, but also he gets on your fucking nerves, A LOT. Did you ever think, fuck it, and run?
No. I tried to walk away once when I was afraid that I had started to care too much. I don’t think it’s possible. Even with as much as I want to kick his ass sometimes, I’m his. Always will be.
Why was it so hard for you to accept the truth about Myghal being Michael, your husband?
Actually, with Cyril back, it made it easier. I had so much guilt and knowing I was manipulated helped assuage some of it. My connection to Cyril is literally in my blood. I was too stubborn to back down to his bullishness, but I love him and in many ways I felt like I betrayed him with Michael.
Once you are in Cyril's house, basically being held against your will, because you keep trying to escape, so that's why I assume against your will, you have the funniest moments in the whole story! I'm sorry, but you do! Like when you fall down the stairs during your eaves dropping on Cyril and the guys. Then when you ask Cyril if he's trying that Jedi mind trick on you, I mean, I was laughing so hard! I know the falling was pure accident, but the sarcasm, was that your way of coping with the whole situation? Cause you were pretty sarcastic towards Cyril.
I can see how from the outside looking in, it was hysterical, but for me...well...sarcasm was my coping mechanism. Cyril was being such an ass, and I was so tired of being manipulated. I hoped he’d come around, because each time he pushed until he almost crossed the line. I knew what he was capable of and he showed restraint. So I banked on him having similar feelings, but honestly, if he was going to be ridiculous, then I was entitled to a little of my own. What’s good for the goose and all that.
Did you even realize what Cyril was trying to accomplish when he decided to start coming in your room every night, getting undressed in front of you, then standing and staring out the window? WTF?? I would have come undone!
I knew I was being played, but didn’t know what game we were playing. It. Was. Torture. He is unlike anything this world has ever seen—pure male perfection.
When Cyril explained to you what those figurines Michael, aka Myghal, made for you were made of, did you even comprehend what he just told you? Cause that was pretty nasty if you ask me, yuck!
Again, there was some level of relief--less guilt, but on the other hand, it really made it hit home just how fucked up Michael was. And at the same time it put another tick in the win column for Cyril in our battle of wills. Fuel to the fire.
Now let’s get down to the nitty-gritty girlfriend. I want to know in detail about these hot yummylicous guys, Rhys, Thor, Sinclair and Dominic. Spill! Don't lie either, did it turn you on to know they all wanted you?
Too much of a good thing. At that time, everything was so complicated for me. I couldn’t handle anything else. It was overwhelming and still is at times. But now... my situation is different. I’ve had to depend of them. Rhys is my friend. And Overton... well…that’s another matter. As if Cyril wasn’t enough to handle. I’m still wondering if I’m strong enough to survive this.
And while you’re spilling the beans, so to speak, we want details about what it was like to FINALLY have sex with Cyril! Woo doggy!! Was it everything you dreamed of and more??
There are no words to describe it. Like a first meal after starving. Like that first gasp of air after nearly drowning. Completion. So much more than sex. His bite... Oh. My. God! And his ‘gift’... Fuck. I almost feel sorry for every other woman that they will never experience it. But you have to take caution. We had sex before a dinner party once and nearly clawed his pants off during the meal. He ended up fucking me in the pantry, the garage and on the host’s back porch, after gagging me with his tie to keep me from screaming, all while the party continued. And that doesn’t count the number of times be bit me to shut me up. I now avoid him for twenty-four hours before engagements for both of our sakes.
Last but not least, WTF happen to Clarence?! And why did you drag the poor man into this shit then leave him at the house, not knowing wtf was going to happen to you?!
Again, desperation. I love Clarence like the brother I never had. I was selfish. I didn’t want to lose him. It makes me an awful person, I know, but he was all I had. Things have a funny way of working out however. Now, I’ll never have to lose him.
It was so wonderful to talk with you Linden! I really appreciate you taking the time to answer these hard hitting questions we ALL have been dying to know.
It was my pleasure.
Thank you so much!
Renea Mason writes steamy romances to help even out the estrogen to testosterone imbalance caused by living in a house full of men.
When she isn’t putting pen to paper crafting sensual stories filled with supernatural and larger-than-life lovers, she spends time with her beyond-supportive husband, two wonderful sons and three loving but needy cats.
Awards and Recognition
Her debut novel, Symphony of Light and Winter, finished second for Best New Paranormal Series of 2013 in Paranormal Cravings’ Battle of the Books and received a third place award for Best New Paranormal Romance of 2013 in The Paranormal Romance Guild’s Reviewers Choice Awards.
It is also a finalist in several Romance Writers of America Chapter Competitions.
- Second Place for Erotica/Romantica for Write Touch Contest sponsored by the Wisconsin Romance Writers – Romance Writers of America Chapter.
- Finalist in the Paranormal category for the Passionate Plume Contest sponsored by the special interest chapter of the Romance Writers of America – Passionate Ink.
- Finalist for Best First Book in the National Excellence in Romance Fiction Award sponsored by the First Coast Romance Writers – Romance Writers of America Chapter
- Finalist in the Heart of Denver Romance Writers of America Chapter’s Heart Aspen Gold Contest for Paranormal Romances. Winners to be announced in October.
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